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[thebibliosphere]

Oh wow, I got really swept up in writing. I did 4000 words in one sitting... what do you mean it's 3am...

[anouchard]

A quick PSA on the value of Damned Good Friends. ❤️

[wosoausenal]

Sammy Kerr is a savage

[holeybubushka]

That overwhelming feeling when you have FINALLY finished your first draft of the Bridesmaid epilouge

[justanotherrandomperson]

[charitydingle]

SHAMELESS 1.09  “But at Last Came a Knock”

[unlikelywrestlingfan]

STILL AT WORK SO BUSY TODAY BUT GONNA TRY

From Kenny and I:

NEED TO WATCH MORE TODAY

YES YOU DO!!

[pebblethief]

thought "we should buy one of those folders to hold passports and stuff" and then was immediately possessed by the thought that oh! I can make one!

so that is what I did this week.

made from a shirt from a charity shop & some fabric scraps I had :)

[multipleoccupancy]

James didn't think it was any better news if he didn't die in the arena for what that meant he would have to do. He was more than capable, he knew his own strengths and weaknesses and that he would be a target no matter what he did. He was older and certainly stronger and more capable than some of the other district boys. That didn't mean he wanted to kill them though.

He very nearly pulled away from the hand at his cheek, James was almost startled and reminded that Tigris was one of the Capitol people who were actively involved in the games. But logic won out, she was not like the others, she was trying to help and he settled. Letting her have his cheek as he looked to her, hoping she would have some sort of solution, some plan of action that they could all escape with and live. But none came. James felt his heart sink.

"Tigris, I don't want to kill anyone," some of the tributes were so small, so young! Some looked like they would barely survive the journey to the arena let alone the arena itself. "I don't think I can do this."

"I don't want to die in there, I don't want any of us to die in there." - James for Tigris as his stylist >.>

"Oh, James, I know," whispered Tigris, tears welling up in her eyes, "I know... But you won't die in there."

He was so young. They all were. Children ripped from their homes and thrown in the arena. When her cousin had offered her a job as a stylist, she had seen it as an opportunity, a chance to make a difference. But now, she felt so... powerless.

"I'll do everything I can to help you," she assured him, putting a comforting hand against his cheek in a motherly gesture, "you won't be alone in the arena, I promise. I'll watch over you." She didn't care if she was just a stylist. She couldn't stand there and do nothing.

[rashfcrd]

joke crying stop i can’t

[creetch]

My loves

[lupiinee]

remus remained silent . ticking things over inside his mind . he barely heard her say that she liked having him around . but when his head recognised it , there was a scornful little voice at the back that REMINDED him that she might like him around now , but when things got bad , she wouldn't like him so much . && he would hardly blame her if he was truly honest . he couldn't even contribute to the house . he couldn't afford any shopping . he couldn't afford to put money towards gas && electric bills , he couldn't help with the tv license . all things he wanted to contribute && just felt like a waste for not being able to . he hated it . && he HATED knowing that char would get sick of it fairly soon .

he had lived with james for the most part . before he got married && before they went into hiding . && james was able to support him . but now that the war was over , there was no excuse .

remus deflated , his head dipped forward . leaning his elbows on his knees && head in hands , he needed a cigarette . just to take the edge off . ❝ i thought if i did WELL at school , if i tried my best , then i could ... i could maybe prove that i was worthy of love && affection . that i could contribute to society . that i could earn a living && not be a drain . ❞ he said quietly . ❝ i THOUGHT i did everything right . ❞

Far too early doesn't have a lot of meaning when you haven't gone to sleep in the first place. The night passing largely unremarked, mostly spent curled on the sofa with Sol or else pottering absently around the kitchen, looking into cupboards as if any of the contents might inspire a desire to eat, if only to fill the time as she listens for any indication that Remus has woken up.

She's on her third cup of coffee since the sun started to peek over he horizon when Remus shuffles into the room, and she unhesitatingly makes space for him to sit beside her, an easy silence. Even when she can hear the gears turning in his head almost as loudly as her own thoughts.

Eyes flick over and Char offers a dry smile, fond and only a little admonishing. "You wouldn't be doing anything to me. Believe it or not, we like having you around." The other half of the we making herself known with a well-timed purr that rumbles through the sofa cushions.

She won't force him to accept, of course. Couldn't even if she wanted to. But it doesn't keep her from reaching out to squeeze his hand when she continues "There's always going to be a place for you here, however long you need it for, whenever you need it. I'm here."

[maxmoffs]

I just , commented this in the tags for a reply i just did now . but i want you all to know , adding to my lil “if im not on just know when im on, best believe i will be present.” and add that , even if my replies can sometimes extend later when life hits , just know that when i DO REPLY , i will ALWAYS DELIVER 🤌🏼✨ with full love & effort . and know that in the moment , u know i was having a blast writing it out , and then i let it go and wait for reaction 🙂‍↕️ really that’s all that matters .

[flyingcoffeemugs2]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Coach Beard & Jamie Tartt Characters: Jamie Tartt, Coach Beard (Ted Lasso), Georgie | Jamie Tartt's Mother, James Tartt Sr., Dr. Sharon Fieldstone Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con Summary:

“Jamie?”

 “Yeah?” Jamie asks, cautiously eyeing Beard as he gets up from behind his desk and slowly makes his way towards him.

 “It’s not your fault. All the shit your dad did, it’s not your fault”

 “Yeah, I know,” he lets out a half chuckle, because really, once again, not much he can add to that.

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*a mini ficlet inspired by THAT scene in Good Will Hunting - y'all know the one I'm talking about.

[trinityysantos]

watching red white and royal blue.... i may or may not liveblog this horrific experience

[lovecharged]

@springbreezc liked for a sentence starter

"that’s…a lot of blood."